(Short story)
Parting with my "Rachel"
was perhaps the most difficult thing that I had to endure.
It's practically "Nexus 6" .
In it, everything is done by the "maker" in love with this "doll".
If you could see her, you'd understand how I once did, that she does not have one imperfect movement in her graceful moves .
She is beautiful in the kitchen, in the bedroom, with the child in her arms, in the manner of dressing , shoes she has but is her craving for "reptiloids" is stronger or is it familiar, recognisable paterns ?
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Too far from their world, my distant harbor, was not comfortable for her, then.
She pitied my human imperfection tete-a-tete.
I never had enough time to learn, to be with her and her bewitching, exact algorithm, fantastically delicate and outlandish, like music of Vangelis.
She wanted to learn from a person and was incredibly vulnerable when her refined, piercing, unhuman-like intellect, stumbled upon this "Nexus 6" "inside herself."
It seemed she could have pulled it out of herself with one, deadly, precise movement?
Me?
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I have never seen anything like this ...
Such a perfection is not a prudence, capable of plunging it into a desperate pit.
At times , the imprint of her maker seems to be unpredictable by my mediocre mind ?
"Machine",
ready for perfection - learns to love?
People do not,
sometimes,
but here ...!?
Originally written at "SoBo" on 25 May 2017.
